Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
|this has been keeping me busy this week ... wonder what it will be next week?|
Not a huge amount of action here.
And not because I spent the whole week moving house - it was just a quiet week for getting pieces published, but sometimes it's like that.
- My twelve days of Christmas for the Blackberry Artists wrapped up this week, coinciding nicely with events domestic. You can read the whole series here.
- Some help for festive gift buying published in a timely fashion for Talk Science To Me - "Tis the season...for extremely cool science gifts"
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
A new chapter begins as an old chapter ends.
New neighbourhood - already the neighbours have been over to say hi! Something I've never experienced in Canada so far.
Good omens? I think so.
The tree outside my front door, I can see it from my new studio, is covers in lichen, moss and ferns.
Rosemary growing in the back yard.
For remembrance - memory of life going well.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Making a move.
Moving on with life feels good.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
|cranberries - seasonal! right? and draining to the left apparently|
So these are what published in the last seven days ... alliteration, my name not in vain, some ghosting, and mobile bicycle repair man!
- Science copywriting projects included these gems - Early Embryonic Development of the African Clawed Toad, a software review for data analysis that I could not refuse (!) , and yes, I wrote this one Bubble and Squeak: Cryopreserving Mutant Mice
- Still churning out the 12 Days of Christmas posts for the Blackberry Artists Christmas Marketplace - they are the most fun pieces I write at this time of year, and the shop looks wonderful just now (so go buy something!).
- My last review of the year published for The V3H - Velofix, the mobile bike repair van is servicing the Tri Cities at last :)
- Cool science gifts include rats! Find out more over on the Talk Science To Me blog with Rats! What do I buy for Christmas?
Friday, December 12, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Packing to move yet again. I'm not thrilled but I shouldn't grumble. We're moving to our own house, our own new home and we haven't been destitute all this while. Homelessnesslessness in fact, of you remember. It's not like we're couch surfing from one charity to the next, wearing out friends until we latch onto the next one.. We're going home. But I'm still allowed to be a bit done with the whole thing, and I'm not looking forward to the bathroom that needs renovating ... or the unpacking ... #firstworld problems
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
|sunshine over Port Moody, even though there's a storm gathering|
It's up there somewhere.
Keep thinking it's there, even if it's not visible.
Keep the faith.
I know I can get through the next couple of weeks - if I keep this faith in myself, I'll get through. I've got the reverse almost of mid-October but with fewer boxes and less of a rush.
But it's still there.
Oh my! I am not looking forward to moving again, even if it's into my own house.
Monday, December 08, 2014
Sunday, December 07, 2014
|Ms. Grumpy herself|
This week has been a bit quiet since NaBloPoMo finished and I had one tricky piece of #scicomms to deliver. I find that when I am working on something out of the norm -longer, different subject matter, a little less formulaic - it takes up a huge space in my head.
- My piece on Moody Ales for The V3H published this week. I've stopped writing the weekly event posts but hope to continue contributing business reviews in 2015. They are much more fun than listing event after event, and dealing with snarky comments from event organisers who don't seem to realise how valuable getting free coverage actually is. Hint: don't piss off your local event writer - your event won't be mentioned in future.
- A part on primary research on lymph node metastasis and gastric cancer got published on the proteomics blog.
- I got my first whoops! you got something wrong! notification for my honeybee post - worker bees take three weeks from birth to emergence to be fully functional, not the three days I wrote! Embarrassing but a good lesson to learn. Thanks to the eagle-eyed reader on Google + for gently correcting that one. Now I'm just waiting for my corrections and edits to be made in the post.
- ... and my 12 days of Christmas series has started for the Blackberry Artists Christmas marketplace over on that blog. Fun reads!
Friday, December 05, 2014
Wednesday, December 03, 2014
Monday, December 01, 2014
Sunday, November 30, 2014
|you name it, I inked it! #inktober|
Both have been awesome creative projects - October's switched up my creative juices and got me through the stress of moving; this month's got me back in touch with my inner bloggess. OK some posts have been pictures only, but I've posted every single day.
What will I do for December? Any suggestions?
Saturday, November 29, 2014
|a writing assignment from last week, still to be published|
- Started the week with a look at how to GMO a honey bee, or at least the first steps to identifying where to modify: The Buzz: Proteomics and HoneyBee Embryogenesis
- Three posts for the Blackberry Artist's Society, welcoming new members Welcome! and letting people know what's on show at City Hall plus a quick plug for all the toys on sale at Christmas Marketplace
- and my last Event post for The V3H: What's Happening in the Tri Cities
Friday, November 28, 2014
|artist, and oneself as artist - installation at SFU Woodwards building downtown - lots to think about|
Maybe it's a skill I should cultivate, but I'm also damn sure I don't want to miss out any more on all the living I still feel I have inside me.
So rather than look back with regret on all the movies, concerts, friends, events and so on that I have missed out on, through the inevitable waiting that comes from being a wife and a mother, I should seize the day myself and get on with simply getting on.
I've already established that some of the things I value about life are not shared by my housemates. So if I choose to pursue them, I'm not depriving them of a cherished experience though I'm sure they'll miss my ever-present concierge and scheduling services.
I really don't want to wait any longer to get on with life.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
|these toes were made for tapping in frustration|
Move the books!
Tidy your room!
Take out the recycling!
Don't forget to x, y, z and then back to abc again ..."
and so on.
Picking Domestic Project Manager for myself was not something on my list way back in those "heady" days of new relationship bliss.
But it happened anyway.
Why does it take oversight and a bucketful of nagging to get anything done around here, I wondered to myself.
How do I motivate my housemates into picking up some slack? into thinking domestically so we can all benefit?
Motivation is key to most human endeavour - it gives the goal, spurs us on, makes achieving something pleasurable ... at least, that's what I thought. But I could not pin it down for mr ebb or the Wee Guy. What makes them do something, anything?
I thought, deep and long.
Well ... it isn't pleasure at getting a task completed.
It isn't the pride in doing something or improving.
It has very little to do with other people.
It's nothing to do with the thrill of new experiences.
Both of them are lucky souls - quite happy to exist in the moment, despite surroundings, mess, hunger, the potential for improvement, another's displeasure, inconvenience ... seemingly unmotivated until some hidden urge is tapped. In some ways, I'm quite envious but I'm also fed up with being the Domestic Project Manager. And I couldn't cope with living in squalor or never going anywhere.
And then I remembered - the only thing that will get these two off their butts and into action is a serious threat to their own personal comfort.
For example, the Wee Guy will clean his room if threatened with the contents leaving the house in a garbage bag.
An electronics ban (prolonged) brings out compliance.
mr ebb only made efforts to deal with some fairly reasonable requests when I threatened to leave him home alone with the Wee Guy for a month, when I refused to play Mirena-roulette at the end of its reliable lifespan (woohoo Dr. Pollock!) and yes, when I mentioned the D word.
So OK, I've used up all my motivational angles.
Should I just accept that it just matters to me, and get the hell on with my life regardless?
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
This amazing garden is mine for only a few more weeks. And then I'll be getting another but permanent plot to call my own.
The garden I have right now stretches down from the front of the house, round the side over a plush velvet lawn of moss and grass, down flagged pathways to the labyrinth and garage at the back lane.
There's a hug fir tree at the edge by the lane. We're keeping our car there right now - after storms, if I want to drive the car, I need to spend several minutes brushing needles off the windscreen.
Two squirrels fight over the garage roof and up the fir tree, disturbing the magnificent blue jay and the crow.
And you know about the labyrinth.
I will miss this garden when we leave. Though it's essentially dormant right now, it has been a beautiful space to explore. I shall miss this place.